Just to cheer up the boys she knew, she made the gang sing this song

[mockingbirdie]

WHO: Bobbi Morse and OPEN TO EVERYONE!
WHERE: Citi Field
WHEN: Around 7pm Friday night and onward
WARNINGS: None, I hope
SUMMARY: Watching a baseball game! Eating hot dogs! Heckling! ... Root, root root for the home team?  The Mets are playing an interleague game against the Yankees and everyone is invited to watch.
FORMAT: Whatever you like. Each

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FIRST INNING

[mockingbirdie]

Re: FIRST INNING

[the_enemy_ace]

He had heard legends of baseball. The propaganda mills of the Third Reich had said it was decadent, a symbol of American frivolity and weakness. Or some such nonsense, he hadn't been listening. He never did in those idiotic films. He had simply watched the film clip of Babe Ruth, and the Yankees? Yes, that had been the team.

So he sat in the bleachers now, watching his first real game. Satisfying a curiosity, really, but it was certainly worth it. It was a day off, so he wore his usual casual wear of a shirt and vest, the tie loosened, the sleeves rolled up. About as informal as he got.

And he watched with intense interest as the game began to unfold.

SECOND INNING

[mockingbirdie]

[fishnets]

[She's lost track of time. None of this makes sense. It's just balls and bats and running around and lots and lots and lots of yelling. But hey, Doctor Strange is into it. She's mostly here for him, but making a few friends couldn't hurt, either.

Not quite ready for booze yet, Zatanna's got some ice cream. Really, who needs hot dogs or whatever?]

[askedtobe]

[ There was something about watching baseball that was vaguely reminiscent about a past life for Peter. Y'know, the kind of past life where everything hadn't been ruined and he could actually enjoy things like baseball. Since he still did.

And it was the Mets and moderately okay beer and... people he kind of really didn't even know in the slightest. He should try to at least attempt conversation, right? Right. Hey, Zatanna, have some company. ]

Did I ever get to actually thank you for the cupcake?

[fishnets]

[Well, maybe being here would make that life a little... more bearable. Zatanna had easily slipped into contentment in the City, too easily, even. It had been brought up by certain people more than once, but she couldn't help it.

It was nice to be happy, wasn't it?]

Hm? Oh, I think you... maybe you did? If not, eh, no sweat. I did kind of force them on you, didn't I?

THIRD INNING

[mockingbirdie]

[ridethetiger]

[Okay so humans in tight pants run around hitting and catching balls WHATEVER. Ggio finds this a lot more boring since it's apparently not a good idea to try and run after the balls that get sent straight into the crowd. Whatever.

He's waving a guy over to get some hotdogs and nachos. This is after going into the game after hitting up the Chinese restaurant and getting some ribs, and leaving in the second inning for pulled pork and flounder sandwiches, and frozen custard.]

[mockingbirdie]

Good grief, you're still hungry?

[Bobbi is still on her first soda. But it's about time for a beer, she figures.]

[ridethetiger]

I'm always hungry.

[It's a matter of fact! Even though he still forgets the limits of this semi-human body, aaand he'll be feeling it later. For now he'll just enjoy his big beefy hotdog and nachoes with all the fixings.

After a pause of consideration, he offers the nachos to Bobbi. Shocking!]

Want some?

FOURTH INNING

[mockingbirdie]

[borntobewildcat]

[Fourth inning meant at least the fourth beer for Tom, and while that wasn't a lot for the werecat, he was definitely in a good place. He wasn't exactly a fan of baseball, as in he didn't care about the sport at all, but he liked the spectator aspect of it. It was an excuse to do nothing but sit with friends, have a couple beers, and eat greasy food.

So, he's relaxing in his seat, beer in hand and a baseball cap on his head (just a plain blue one, no team logos)... Even though he's in cat form.]

FIFTH INNING

[mockingbirdie]

[godofnicehair]

[Thor has a beer - his bazillionth, but it's impossible to tell - and two hot dogs. And a Mets hat. Represent. He's not following the game perfectly, and half the time when people shout things he's not positive what for, but he's having a fantastic time anyway.]

[fishnets]

[Finally! Someone she can relate to. Well, you know, aside from the hot dog and hat thing (the hats were kind of cool; she should get one). She hadn't been sitting beside him before. This inning, she'd taken it upon herself to swap seats, plopping into the one beside Thor with ice cream in hand.] Hey.

[godofnicehair]

[For half a second after he looks at her there's just nothing, having never seen her in person - and then recognition dawns on him.]

Zatanna! I had not thought to see you here. [He nods toward the field.] Which side has the good fortune of my lady's favor?